I wrote you a letter
To tell you I'm fine
To tell you I wanted you
To be a friend of mine
Your wife read the letter,
It angered her so
To think that you might need someone
Like me to know
But that doesn't change things
No, not at all
It might rearrange things
Which makes you harder to read
The next time I see you,
I explain how I feel
I've shown you this love of mine
It's good and true and real
I've shown you I love you,
Enough to let go
And I won't be sending
The letter anymore
But that doesn't change things
No, not at all
And one of these lonely nights
I might give you a call
I might give you a call
I might give you a call